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The
flushed
countenance
,
angry
eye
,
and
swelling
figure
of
the
scout
,
produced
a
sensation
of
secret
awe
in
all
that
heard
him
.
The
Delawares
held
their
breath
in
expectation
;
but
Magua
himself
,
even
while
he
distrusted
the
forbearance
of
his
enemy
,
remained
immovable
and
calm
,
where
he
stood
wedged
in
by
the
crowd
,
as
one
who
grew
to
the
spot
.
"
Beat
it
,
"
replied
the
young
Delaware
at
the
elbow
of
the
scout
.
"
Beat
what
,
fool
!
--
what
!
"
exclaimed
Hawkeye
,
still
flourishing
the
weapon
angrily
above
his
head
,
though
his
eye
no
longer
sought
the
person
of
Magua
.
"
If
the
white
man
is
the
warrior
he
pretends
,
"
said
the
aged
chief
,
"
let
him
strike
nigher
to
the
mark
.
"
The
scout
laughed
aloud
--
a
noise
that
produced
the
startling
effect
of
an
unnatural
sound
on
Heyward
;
then
dropping
the
piece
heavily
into
his
extended
left
hand
,
it
was
discharged
,
apparently
by
the
shock
,
driving
the
fragments
of
the
vessel
into
the
air
,
and
scattering
them
on
every
side
.
Almost
at
the
same
instant
,
the
rattling
sound
of
the
rifle
was
heard
,
as
he
suffered
it
to
fall
,
contemptuously
,
to
the
earth
.
The
first
impression
of
so
strange
a
scene
was
engrossing
admiration
.
Then
a
low
,
but
increasing
murmur
,
ran
through
the
multitude
,
and
finally
swelled
into
sounds
that
denoted
a
lively
opposition
in
the
sentiments
of
the
spectators
.
While
some
openly
testified
their
satisfaction
at
so
unexampled
dexterity
,
by
far
the
larger
portion
of
the
tribe
were
inclined
to
believe
the
success
of
the
shot
was
the
result
of
accident
.
Heyward
was
not
slow
to
confirm
an
opinion
that
was
so
favorable
to
his
own
pretentions
.
"
It
was
chance
!
"
he
exclaimed
;
"
none
can
shoot
without
an
aim
!
"
"
Chance
!
"
echoed
the
excited
woodsman
,
who
was
now
stubbornly
bent
on
maintaining
his
identity
at
every
hazard
,
and
on
whom
the
secret
hints
of
Heyward
to
acquiesce
in
the
deception
were
entirely
lost
.
"
Does
yonder
lying
Huron
,
too
,
think
it
chance
?
Give
him
another
gun
,
and
place
us
face
to
face
,
without
cover
or
dodge
,
and
let
Providence
,
and
our
own
eyes
,
decide
the
matter
atween
us
!
I
do
not
make
the
offer
to
you
,
major
;
for
our
blood
is
of
a
color
,
and
we
serve
the
same
master
.
"
"
That
the
Huron
is
a
liar
,
is
very
evident
,
"
returned
Heyward
,
coolly
;
"
you
have
yourself
heard
him
assert
you
to
be
La
Longue
Carabine
.
"
